All it Takes
All it takes for you to be happy
is to admit,
that failing is just as great
that unhappiness is fleeting,
and all moments
are learning experiences
wrapped in awesome,
wrapped in sad.
And when it gets so bad,
it’ll probably be so good, too.
All it takes is you:
Your outlook, your perception,
your reflection on moments
so minute to the bigger picture,
you find yourself changed in seconds,
the gong of hours past, the equivalent of a lifetime.
But to own the failure, this is key;
it wasn’t him or her,
it wasn’t we— it’s you,
caught between what you thought you knew
and what you’ll never know,
the future undecided,
the anxiousness growing tall like unkempt weeds.
Anxious is as anxious fears,
the culmination revealed in private tears
and moments where escape seems better than confrontation.
But in this situation, to be happy is to take the leap,
no regrets for plans you didn’t keep,
or plans never made.
Just go with the gut,
become the product of enteric intuition,
your final decision the work of you and you alone.
All it takes for you to be happy,
for you to find inner smile,
is to stay awhile,
bask in the glory of a choice well impulsed,
take a breath to live a sentence without clause (i.e., simple),
and admit that success is just as great